This poem is about how people think that their life is so perfect and that they think that they have everything they want, but then they realize that eventually they will have to give it all up when they die
I don’t want to live my life
Always trying to be happy
When I know deep down inside my heart
That you are the only one for me
I don’t want to be someone else
When I am proud of whom I am inside
And I don’t want to chase after you
When I am already out of time
Can anybody hear me?
Am I alone in what I feel?
Am I someone to be questioning
What is or isn’t real?
Can I relate to your problems?
I mean
Are you the same as me?
Questioning your own integrity
And debating on what you see
I am a sucker for manipulation
But if you tell me
Is it true?
That no one is ever truly happy
And the sky isn’t always blue
Because my world is turning black right now
And the sky is turning gray
But if I ask you if my world is crashing down
Are you gonna tell me that it may?
But I don’t want to hear the truth
And if you tell me
I wont believe
Because the truth is what I want to hear
I would rather be deceived
I know that my life is gonna end
But I don’t know when or why
So I guess I have to face the truth
And knuckle down and die
But I am not sickly
Or in danger
Or in debt
But my life can end any day
But I just don’t know it yet
Can anybody hear me?
Am I alone in what I feel?
And I somebody to be questioning
What is or isn’t real?
I am a sucker for manipulation
If you tell me
Is it true?
That no one is ever truly happy
And the shy isn’t always blue
Copyright 2002 Dark Poet 13–John Andrew Fowler
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